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Post by lizzie7 on Aug 2, 2011 2:20:35 GMT -5
Lorcan sighed wiping his eyes with the back of his hand for the fifth time that day, no matter how much it hurt to do so. His eye and face was bruised from last night abuse, his father punched him a few times in the face and kicked him in the stomach when he finally decided to go down and hug his knees in pain. He laid there the whole time finally falling asleep to the sound of his own crying, it hurt to move and even today even now it hurt to move. He did it though; he got his self up and to the park slowly. He looked horrible, his hood pulled up over his head and he had a slight limp when he walked.
Ever step he took hurt him and closing his eyes he winced. Now a days there was only very few things that were able to keep the seventeen year old happy and the biggest thing was writing and talking to the few people he talked to online. Those people made it possible to handle this, all of this and the person he talked to the most was Ryan. Ryan was the only one that knew of the abuse, and he wasn’t scared that he would tell anyone because he promised him that he wouldn’t. Today he found his self at the park sitting alone on a bench tears falling down his face, he also wore a blood stained torn jacket, old jeans, and worn out shoes.
His face was bruises and he kept looking down at the ground, he was clearly just having a terrible day. In fact some days he really did wish his parents would just end it all for him, he could deal with as long as there wasn’t that much pain. He dealt with pain; he dealt with it enough now he just wished that the pain would end. Singing his head into his hands he just continued crying, he didn’t give a damn that saw.
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Post by mad6 on Aug 2, 2011 2:45:15 GMT -5
Ryan donned his track pants and flimsy grey t-shirt as he went out on a run with his dog, he loved to take his Brown lab out on jogs, it gave him something to do, and he was getting to stretch his legs. Since it was still kind of early not many people were out and about just yet, which was better knowing his dog, would just cause problems. His dog, Brandon, happily ran along. Not going as fast, but going at a jogging speed and keeping up with Ryan. Ryan kept the leash long so if his dog randomly felt like stopping, he wouldn’t pull his arm out of socket.
Ryan stopped next to a fountain that not only could Ryan drink out of, but the bottom of it allowed him to step on a little pedal and allow Brandon to drink. After a few minutes Ryan stood up and looked around, noting the few people around. Leaving his dog ample enough time to drink, he stretched. As he stood up he noticed a lone figure on the bench, battered. Ryan tied his dog to a near tree and jogged over to the figure. The urge to help someone in trouble far too strong to contain inside. As he got closer he saw blood, on the figure, hunched over, as he got even closer he heard muffled crying. Lightly he tapped on the strangers shoulder, not a fear in the world. “ Excuse me but are you ok?” Ryan already felt compassion for the lone stranger.
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Post by lizzie7 on Aug 2, 2011 3:00:19 GMT -5
Lorcan was use to being alone, seeing as he hardly spoke to people and was very quiet all the time it made it very hard for the boy to actually meet people. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to, he was just scared of being hurt any more, after living with neglect and abuse much of his life he didn’t feel like getting abused by any other people and in fact he didn’t think he really needed it either. Wiping tears from his eyes quickly he sighed to his self, he felt so weak just sitting here and crying and he was sure people were staring at him.
In fact people did stare at him and a few people rolled their eyes at him, yes a boy in torn, bloody clothes that looked beaten up meant nothing to most people. A boy with his hood pulled over his head crying, no one cared enough to ask what the matter was. In till he was tapped on his shoulder causing him to jump and fall from the bench, he was always very on edge.
“I-I’m fine” Lorcan said quietly looking up into the face of Ryan his eye very badly bruised, along with the other cuts and bruises he had on his face. Something about that boy looked very familiar and blinking a few times to try to see better he looked almost surprised, “R-Ryan” he said quietly standing up. He sure looked like the Ryan he was talking to for a while online now, and if this was the Ryan he would be very happy to see him.
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Post by mad6 on Aug 2, 2011 3:12:11 GMT -5
Ryan had not expected it to be anyone he knew, but it was in fact, it was just the person he had been hoping to run into. The problem was though, he not expected him to be so.. So.. Hurt. It made Ryan want to cry, it was so sad, the cuts and bruises were nothing he had ever imagined. “Lorcan?!” Ryan gave Lorcan two big kisses on his cheeks, careful to not hurt him though, that’s the last thing he wanted to do. “ You are just the person I have been dieing to meet!” Ryan was excited, and he wanted to lighten Lorcan up after all the damage he had been inflicted with.
Suddenly Ryan remembered he had a dog, and it was still tied to the tree. “Hold that thought” Ryan ran towards his dog, untied him from the tree, feeling bad for leaving him there. He jogged back to Lorcan, wanting to say so many things wanting to ask so many things. He knew he couldn’t ask them though, not at the moment. It was way too soon to start personal questions. Ryan was right, Lorcan did look like he did in his pictures attractive, but he had so many cuts and bruises. Ryan stopped himself from crying, it was seriously unattractive.
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Post by lizzie7 on Aug 2, 2011 3:28:25 GMT -5
Lorcan couldn’t help the way he looked, everyday he was abused and everyday he got new bruises on top of old ones and each day brought on new pain and more tears. There was hardly any way to get around it and standing there bruised and beaten he honestly couldn’t help but almost smile when Ryan recognized him, sure in his pictures he didn’t look as beaten up though. Why would he put pictures up of him all beaten up, it wasn’t worth the questions people would ask and he didn’t want to tell anyone other than Ryan what was going on. When Ryan went and kissed his cheeks he was surprised, he was so gentle clearly trying not to hurt him but seemed very happy to see him. “You’ve been dying to see me”? he asked quietly in his total surprise.
Watching him run off and grab his dog he was still very surprised with all that was actually going on, nobody ever wanted to see him so this was a very big shock to him. Patting dust off of his torn and bloody clothes he sighed, he probably looked horrible compared to everyone here. He sure did feel that way, he felt almost poor and like a hobo. Since his clothes looked so old, and torn.
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Post by mad6 on Aug 2, 2011 3:56:04 GMT -5
Ryan’s heart went out for the poor Lorcan, so battered and bruised. “ Well I’ve been dying to see the illusive Lorcan I’ve been talking to online yes.” Ryan shrugged and stretched his arms up to the sky and yawned. He looked at Lorcan. Deprived, probably striving, and friendless Lorcan. “Want to have some of my picnic?” It’s in my car, but I would be more than glad if you accompanied me.” Ryan remembered the many conversations they had shared online. He didn’t want to leave him alone though in fear he might leave, or he might get taken away by his parents. Parents Lorcans parents were far from parents, parents were loving and kind and protected you; Lorcans parents were monsters awful excuses for human beings. The thought of such abuse happening to him made him want to be sick, But there it was, right in front. It was all so surreal.
Ryan felt so bad, he needed to do something, but there was nothing he could do. There was no way to help Lorcan, and that made Ryan feel like he was failing. All he could do was hope nothing went wrong with him before his eighteenth birthday.
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Post by lizzie7 on Aug 2, 2011 4:06:40 GMT -5
Lorcan had bruises everywhere, bruises and so many different scars. He could probably point to each one and tell you where he got it, he remembered one all too well and that was the long one on his arm he got a year ago. He was very badly punished and thrown into a glass case. Glass cut his on his arm and the very scar remained, he shuddered remembering that before nodding his head slightly to Ryan. “I’m very glad you were so dying to meet me than, because no one ever really wants to meet me to be honest since not many people really even know me and oh uh yes I would like that.
It’s would be great” he nodded a little bit again, he knew many people would tell him that he had to call the cops but he couldn’t. One because his parents would kill him if they found out and two he didn’t want to be taken away to another place, he would miss the people that actually did care about him around here. He could deal with the abuse for another few months as long as it never got out of hand, if that happened he was sure he would be dead. The very idea of that even really scared him, but he knew it was a very real and possible thing. Closing his eyes he just started really crying again, he really didn’t want to be thinking of that but he couldn’t seem to help it.
There were always things a person could never help and these were one of those said things.
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Post by mad6 on Aug 2, 2011 16:45:41 GMT -5
Ryan grabbed Lorcan’s arm at the elbow, wrapped the dogs leash around his hand, and set of for his car. He was still sweaty from his run, but a nice breeze from the north kept him from wanting to die. To keep up the small talk Ryan went on with his random babble. He talked about the weather, his dog, school. He wanted Lorcan to feel normal, he never had to deal with such a person, and babbling about random things was the only thing he knew how to do.
After only a short walk, they were at Ryan’s tiny Prius, and Ryan unlocked it and jumped into the back seat. He had put the tiny picnic basket in the back, along with a nice sheet to sit on. Ryan liked picnics, but it was rare to get one. In spite of the tiny basket, Ryan had packed at least five sandwiches, and a dozen water bottles. Ryan grabbed everything and precariously perched it in his arms as he got out. Still holding onto his dog, he picked a nearby bench to sit everything on.
After laying the sheet on the bench, than the water bottles and sandwiches Ryan sat. “Come sit Doll! I don’t bite...hard!”
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Post by lizzie7 on Aug 2, 2011 17:51:30 GMT -5
Lorcan laughed a little bit at Ryan’s endless babble actually very happy to finally be able to see and talk to him in person, it actually made him very happy since talking to him all the time online was not enough for him. He also couldn’t even help but stare at Ryan because he was even cuter in person that he was in his pictures and he felt his face turn bright red and he looked down very quickly almost embarrassed. He got embarrassed very easily and since Ryan was just in his mind so cute he couldn’t help but be red and it made him feel almost weird.
Going over to where Ryan went and placed everything he went and sat by him, “I’m sorry I’m just not really use to things like this” he said quietly running his fingers through his hair pulling his hood off his head. He was really embarrassed but trying very hard to hide his embarrassment and the redness in his cheeks, he grown to love talking to Ryan in the time that they talked together online.
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Post by mad6 on Aug 2, 2011 23:04:46 GMT -5
Ryan hadn’t seen but Lorcans online photos, and he thought he was attractive then, but he was way more attractive in person, even with the scars and bruises. Ryan couldn’t help but wonder what he thought of him, hoping it was good.
Ryan took a bite of his sandwich, just a simple ham, mayonnaise and lettuces with cheese sandwich. He handed a sandwich of the concoction to Lorcan, smiling around his sandwich. After finishing his sandwich Ryan dug around in his basket, finding a slice of cake. He hadn’t packed it, no doubt one of his moms had. Ryan took it out; it was his favorite chocolate with caramel icing. Licking his lips, Ryan unwrapped the cake. He looked over at Lorcan he felt mischievous. He scooped icing onto his fingers, than he gently dabbed it onto Lorcans nose.
He laughed, he couldn’t help it. Of course he felt bad though, because Ryan just as swiftly put some icing onto his own nose, to be nice. Ryan crossed his eyes and looked down at the icing trying to lick it with his nose. He was trying to make him laugh, the greatest medicine in life was to laugh.
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Post by lizzie7 on Aug 3, 2011 0:13:27 GMT -5
Lorcan thought that Ryan was very cute and he couldn’t help but be very bright red, he was blushing deeply at the very sight of Ryan. Lorcan then also ate like he was starving and in a way he was, at home he was lucky when he was able to eat so he was known to eat when he had to the chance to eat. “Thanks like so much” he said as he ate, he really needed to eat since he never got to eat much. Finishing his sandwich he looked at Ryan again watching him take cake out of his small basket tilting his head slightly, and frowning when there was than icing on his nose.
Course it wasn’t a mad or unhappy frown but a joking frown which turned into laughter when Ryan tried to lick the icing on his nose. He didn’t laugh to often either so when he did laugh it was a gift, he had a really nice laugh to.
Due to all the sadness in his life he wasn’t happy all the time, but somethings could easily be done to change that. To at least change the sadness in his life for the time being and let him at least be happy for a little while. That would be all that matters to him, he needed happiness in his life for a change.
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Post by mad6 on Aug 3, 2011 6:34:22 GMT -5
Ryan felt accomplished, able to get Lorcan to laugh; as he said he would be many times over the chat. “So am I anything like I am on the online chat?” Ryan laughed, as he rank his water. He only really meant it as a joke, but he was hoping to have a little insight. He had gone to bed many nights plotting a way to help Lorcan, or with a hearty self-esteem boost. Ryan had brought a small bowl for his dog for food, and Ryan filled it slightly with some random brand of dog food, than leaned down to give it to him. He patted the top of his dogs head, than leaned back up to look at Lorcan. “You are way more than what I expected.” Ryan looked dead at Lorcan saying it nonchalantly, then quickly added, “In a good way of course.
Ryan smiled lazily, he liked to think he could be a smooth talker, but sometimes he was a utter failure . He was better at it online, most people were. Online Lorcan couldn’t see him freak out about what to say, or how he went through a varied amount of emotions. Even though he hadn’t actually ever seen Lorcan before now, he had really enjoyed talking to him, and Ryan really liked Lorcan in general.
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Post by lizzie7 on Aug 3, 2011 13:03:22 GMT -5
Lorcan was blushing this entire time and every minute he was only turning redder, he was blushing deeply and he knew it. His face was probably as red as can be now, “yes you are and so much more. It’s so easy for me to talk to you and I’m glad for that, I’m not that good with talking to people even though I always put it off like I am” Lorcan shook his head slightly. In fact for the most part off line Lorcan was sometimes very shy and hardly talked to other people for fear of being teased and bullied by people, he got enough of that as so as it is.
“You were thinking of how I’d be?” he looked at him with a slight tilt of his head, the thought of that made him look down and smile. All of this was very new to the poor boy and he hardly even knew what to say, he was no good at talking to people. “You have a really nice smile” he could help it, the words slipped out and as soon as they did his hand was over his mouth in embarrassment. “That was so embarrassing” he mumbled into his hand looking down again, smooth Lorcan smooth he thought wanting to just hit his self in the head for that very smooth move of his. Sighing he shook his head, his goal right now was to try and stop blushing.
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Post by mad6 on Aug 4, 2011 1:25:24 GMT -5
Ryan laughed, he was having a good time. He was super happy with Lorcans answer, it was a great self esteem abuse. Ryan patted his dogs head as he talked. “Yes I were thinking you were like, how you are, insanely cute and really nice.” Ryan smiled a huge smile, and not at all a fake one. He laughed at Lorcan, in a nice way. He liked the compliment, but he didn’t like that Lorcan was embarrassed. “It’s alright Doll! No need to feel embarrassed, I think you have a really nice everything!” Ryan smiled and took another sip of his drink. He wiped his hands on the side of his running shorts and stood. He grabbed the empty plastic bottles and threw them away. Trying to make a show of how he looked, Ryan knew how to flaunt his stuff.
He wiped his hands and sat back down, winking at Lorcan. He packed up the empty containers and set them in the basket than he rested his elbows on the benches table and cradled his head in his hands. “You have really nice eyes.: Ryan was far from shy, he was gonna say what was on his mind.
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Post by lizzie7 on Aug 5, 2011 13:42:59 GMT -5
Lorcan was honestly having a pretty good time for a change to, he was sure it was only because Ryan was there though since he really did make Lorcan feel a little happier. Shaking his head though he sighed, “Ryan you’d looked at me right. I’m not that attractive, I’m covered in bruises, scars, cuts, hell even burn marks. My parents find it funny to light cigarettes and stuff and just apply them to my skin, if I rolled up my sleeve you would see the burns that I have from them.
My own parents did this to me” with that he rolled up his sleeve, his entire arm was covered in cuts and burn marks. “It is not at all attractive and how a person can think it is, is beyond me” he muttered sighing a little bit blushing when he commented his eyes though pulling down his sleeve. It was always hard for him not to cry, “Thanks. I actually always liked my eyes” he looked down quickly than.
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